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She still cared about her. But why she never called. Maybe if her mother had tried to reach out sooner, maybe things would be different now. âSo she didnât send you?â not that Nina was dissapointed, but she kind of hoped, deep inside that her mother send her, cause she finally felt bad enough for all of this. That she finally wanted to at least apologise. âDelaney, that doesnât mean anything. I can also write to Santa Claus every day, but why write a letter you know wonât have any use? Those letters arenât for me, they are for herâŚitâs like a Dear Diary kind of thing. Sheâs guilty and makes herself feel better by writing things sheâll never. So if she really wants to talk, or she really missed me so much, she can reach out, I canât promise that Iâll be happy to see her, but if she gives me an explination, I can at least go on with my life, without always asking myself why me and my dad werenât enough. And that should be enough for her, tooâŚthatâs the best thing she can do for me.â when Delaney headed towards the door, Nina looked down. âIâm sorry, but it is what it is. Thank you for letting me know that you exist .â
âOf course not. She doesnât think that she fits in your life, maybe sheâs right. Maybe we donât fit here, but I just thought that it would be nice to have this conversation with you, even though it probably wonât change things for you. Or maybe it will. I donât know.â Ellie shrugged and smiled at her sister, she didnât even know 15 minutes ago. To be quite honest she came not only for her mother, but for herself, too. It was weird to know that you have a big sister, somewhere and a whole family youâve never met. The blonde knew that if she was in Ninaâs shoes she would probably react the same way, but it kind of sucked. âDonât apologize. Thank you for leting me meet you. Can I ask one last thing? How old are they?â Ellie asked and pointed at the framed photo of Nina and her kids next to the bed. âThose are my nephews, right?â she smiled. âI - I have a cat. No kids, no husband, no boyfriend. Her name is Lily. The cat. Itâs not important, but thatâs something about me.â maybe throwing random facts about her, would make Nina more interested, maybe she would care more. âUhm - I hate melons. They taste disgusting. I put the Christmas decoration in October. I work as a waitress. I canât draw, like at all, even if my life depends on it. And I really like it better when people call me Ellie. And I suck really bad at math.â looking at Ninaâs face, Ellie really regretted everything she just said, but oh well she didnât like her anyway. âIâm sorry. Iâm leaving.â














